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Updated render of my Snow and Sand speeders using the new Stud.io render engine.
There are some slight updates to the nose peices of the speeders due to some new parts that LEGO recently released.
Instructions can still be found here: www.brickvault.toys/products/snowspeeder-minifig-scale
The updated parts are all easily visible in the new render, so if anyone wanted to update their builds they shouldn't have much trouble.
So MechBat (Mechanical Batallion) was a tabletop wargame produced by TEHNOLOG, a Russian toy company.
The game featured the Mech minis and squads of tiny soldiers. Each Mech had its own stats, unique weapons and bonuses.
I remember having a lot of fun playing with MechBat's minis, and my fav was Barbarian, which is armed with power fist and a missile launcher.
I actually made something that should have resembled Barbarian many years ago, but I don't think I ever published, nor do I really want to.
And yesterday I've been chatting with GarryRocks about TEHNOLOG's games, and our convo have inspired me to revamp my old model into something cohesive. I think it came out great. :3
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I am trying again to get a handle on Ldraw, which I am finding to be difficult. I am remembering why so many times before I have decided not to document my builds on this program. While I am getting the handle on creating things in the program, what frustrates me is not finding the pieces that I use in many of my builds. While this render is nice, it misses some important pieces to better understand how this build works. Add to the fact, I am a MAC user (bricksmith), so the tutorials are a little difficult to understand.
How can I add new parts? When I do find them, how do I integrate them into my parts library? Why is a PF motor not a certified part? Why do I us speciality parts in my builds that I can find in LDraw?
It's driving me nuts.
This is the drive of my GMC Truck Trial with a couple of omissions.
Found one of the long lost Iris spheres in my POV ray folder.
Nothing much is know about the exact use of those devices.
Im back!!!
first is the original LDD view, then the catia render that was the best i could do whit my previous pc, now i have a new pc that was able to handle the massive file that the ship is, rendered trought simlab, test quality
So MechBat (Mechanical Batallion) was a tabletop wargame produced by TEHNOLOG, a Russian toy company.
The game featured the Mech minis and squads of tiny soldiers. Each Mech had its own stats, unique weapons and bonuses.
I remember having a lot of fun playing with MechBat's minis, and the Predator was definitely one of my favorites.
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If you like what I do and you want to see me create your OC, a favorite Bionicle Character, or something else, feel free to look up my Commission Info! I also now have a Patreon page, so please consider supporting!
I'm still working on this one, but the model is complete enough for an initial render. I want to add in the correct decorations and swap out some parts That ground is a bit too bright as well.
This render is a copy of one of Anders Löfgren's photos. I really suggest you to follow his work, I love his architectures and his games of shadows and lights.
#mecabricks #blender #render #3d
© 2016 - Anders Löfgren - Gabriele Zannotti
Gansevoort Street has owned many nicknames and all have been changing for the better in recent years.
Back in 2001 Michael Cunningham of the New York Times wrote “a dark and melancholy beauty, runs its modest course from east to west in downtown Manhattan's desolate riverfront neighborhood and empties into the opaque waters of the Hudson. It was, for most of its life, merely remote and sinister.” He then went on “it is now remote, sinister and fashionable.”
Back then it was known to older New Yorkers for butchers and blood in the cobblestones by day and prostitutes and drugs by night. But there were things going on, artist in the lofts, fashion designers in some shops and the fashionable getting out of taxi cabs to view vintage furniture “These alterations have not so much transformed Gansevoort as rendered it slightly surreal. It is now at least theoretically possible to see someone in Manolo Blahnik pumps step over an overlooked pork chop, en route to dinner in a good restaurant. It is probably the only street in Manhattan, and maybe in the world, where you could procure, in one easy trip, a side of beef and a 1970's sectional sofa in pristine condition.”
Cunningham also wrote in that same piece “Years ago, before most of the shops and restaurants arrived, Gansevoort was settled by artists, who could get loft spaces above the warehouses for the modest rents appropriate to rooms permeated with the smell of recently deceased animals. An artist friend of mine, who rented a studio near Gansevoort, had a series of 20th-century wisdoms made into rubber stamps and went around the street stamping any bits of discarded meat she found. If you walked along Gansevoort then, you were likely to come upon a single yellow chicken wing, angled against a curb, that said, ''Life as we find it is too hard for us'' (Freud), or a curl of pale pink fat, caught among the cobblestones, that said, ''Even their virtues were being burned away'' (Flannery O'Connor).” I wish I knew the name of that artist and witnessed the rubber stamping of discarded meat.
It was a time of change. For many Gansevoort Street was upgraded on the Manhattan map when Samantha Jones moved into the neighborhood, not in real life but on “Sex in the City.” For some, including myself, it was when a newly elected Michael Bloomberg place the weight of the office of the mayor behind the dream of transforming an abandoned elevated railway into a public park. It doesn’t get any more Parisian than that and the phrase “Les Halles of New York” of New York was beginning to take hold.
I have to admit that I love that old story as a reminder of what I missed while I was waiting for the High Line. The Forent that still lives on in the movie “Men In Black” but died off just before the High Line became a park “It was, and remains, a haven for artists, performers, club habitues and assorted creatures of the night. The clientele, in its early days, was restricted to those who knew it existed, which was not knowledge easily obtained, since Florent barely advertised and was on a street likely to produce only blank looks from cabdrivers. You could go there for breakfast at 4 a.m., after you'd been, say, to the ''Night of a Thousand Stevies'' (an annual event attended by hundreds of men and women, all dressed as Stevie Nicks) at Jackie 60, a nightclub two blocks north of Gansevoort. If you went at that hour, as the first trucks were arriving with their cargoes of cold flesh, you might have found yourself seated at the counter with David Byrne on your right and, on your left, a man in a full beard, a merry widow and fishnet stockings.”
But then the High Line came and this recent photo was taken from a best new neighbor, the Whitney Museum of American Art.
Again, Adobe Photoshop allowed me to turn a simple and successful image into hours of monotonous work as my inner perfectionist argued about where the yellow should end and where the shell began.
I made a Gothic Rose for Valentine's Day fun. Feel free to message me if you want one for free to use for virtual pics or as a gift for someone special in SL.
Folds of hills dipping down into the river valley have become "peninsulas". A barrage to the left now holds back the water, a river drowned; to make this lake. On the right, immersed in gloom is a museum of odd construction, with spaces unusable from the odd fixation on every institution now having a doppelgänger existence as an "event venue"; an empty shell, a useless void.
Low cloud makes for a gloomy Sunday afternoon. The small sailing craft are out and sunbeams reaching through makes them shine. I thought to say that they were rendered luminous. Instead my mind was cast back to what was here, how it left and the emptiness it created.
Where there's a museum there was a hospital. Where there was a wild shore there is concrete and glass. A rotten little Government, twisted, dark with a corrupt core made a land grab for a developer's joy: shoreline apartments. In return, the hospital, a stout building, would be demolished, a museum built. The smokescreen for this evil was a public spectacle — all come to the lake, we're blowing up your hospital. So they came. Not all left in one piece. The daughter of a gentle family known to me, on a Sunday afternoon like this, left with shrapnel, part of that stout hospital's skeleton lodged in her skull. She never returned.
The memorial stone around this shore, a park in her name, a PR machine, no one held to account, the politician's, the developer's win…No this wasn't rendered luminous. This place, that place — they're rendered ludicrous.